That night and the following day was nothing unremarkable for Jenny, in the sense that it was the same as every other day had been for her for the past two months. She simply stood there in her playful pose with her forced plastic smile, unable to do anything at all except stew in her own thoughts.
And stew she did.
For a time, she occupied herself with the fantasies of what she would do to Kyle if given the opportunity. That piece of shit of a human being had done this to her - had taken her life away with a curse simply because he could. And now he'd roped in one of the employees of the store - the employee who had apparently had a bit of a thing for mannequins already, if the attention she'd paid to Jen was any indication. Jenny hadn't realized just how much she'd come to look forward to the employee coming over to adjust her clothes or pose. Even if she could never respond to the girl, it was nice to at least have someone talk at her like she was something more than an object. It was the only reason she'd hadn't completely lost it. Two months of standing in the window, and she hadn't been able to do anything during that time. Not even sleep. Time had become meaningless. It was only on Kyle's word that it had been two months - the lying piece of shit could have just made that up - she could've been here for twice as long or maybe only for half that time. She had no way of knowing, no way of keeping track.
And so Jenny endured another day in the lingerie department, experiencing the constant bursts of pleasure anytime the air conditioner so much as breezed against her sensitive plastic skin. People came and went. At one point, two employees wandered past, wondering why their fellow employee hadn't shown up for work that morning.
Eventually, things began to wind down. People were leaving the mall, the employees were cleaning up the displays, and then the lights began to shut off. Eventually, things were quiet and still.
And without warning, movement suddenly returned to her.
With a gasp, she stumbled forward off of the plinth, the act of movement feeling foreign to her. Her feet - still made of plastic - were bent as though she were wearing heels, and she nearly lost her balance. The imbalanced movement made the lingerie she was wearing brush up against her most sensitive bits and, well...the first noise she made in two months was a shuddering orgasmic gasp. She took a moment, using a hand to prop herself up against the nearby window.
When she'd calmed down some, she looked around - oh, how the simple act of movement felt like such an accomplishment! The store was dark, but...god, she could actually look around. The only time she'd been able to look around the store before was when that employee had taken her apart and set her upper body aside so she could change her.
The employee!
If Kyle was to be believed, she was somewhere in the store, having also been turned into a mannequin like her. She'd have to find her, and maybe they could figure out what to do. At the very least, it would be amazing to have someone to talk to.
She unsteadily began to walk - with her plastic body, it was difficult at first to maintain any kind of balance. She was able to bend her arms and knees, but there was resistance there when she did. The separation joints were still there, as prominent as ever. And the pleasure - fuck, the pleasure. Just walking was enough to send starbursts of pleasure exploding in her brain, making her whimper slightly with each step. Yeah, that hadn't gone down any - she would just have to get used to it, because damn it, she wasn't going to waste even this small bit of freedom she'd been granted.